Silence Is Golden

 

I hate being forced to speak more than I intend to.

Why do I need to make small talks for the sake of keeping the so-called atmosphere cool, when you are the one who is uncomfortable with the silence? No, I don't have an issue with silence. In fact, I love it. Asking me to talk more is like me asking you to talk less. Now, how do you feel?

When I have obviously finished speaking, be it a single word or a paragraph, it simply means I have nothing else to add. If you insist to squeeze more words out of me, be assured, they will be empty words. Words I speak to satisfy your so-called inquisitiveness, and for my own sake just so you would stop asking.

It is an outright intrusion to my mental privacy. That is as rude as opening my cupboard, checking up my clothes.

And just because a person talks more, it does not make him/her any more friendly or approachable than a quiet person. In fact, the mind of a quiet person usually impresses me more than a noisy one. Yes, noisy is an apt word to use. Words any more than I want/need to hear, become meaningless sounds a.k.a noise.

Little wonder 2-4am is my favouritest time of the day. I would stay up just to enjoy the silence. And let my thoughts wander, at times into the deep... And at other times into the dark.

There is a reason why music contains many rests, pauses and even silence. They leave us with a sense of suspense, of anticipation and time to internalise and reflect, and sometimes, even for the purpose of enjoying the atmosphere the music has worked to achieve. They are as important as the notes which make up the melody.

Without them, the so-called music becomes a chant. Which is how some people sound like to me. Just saying.

Angst.